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Authentic and heartwarming. Laura Taylor Namey, New York Times bestselling author of A Cuban Girls Guide to Tea and Tomorrow
Perfect for fans ofJenn Bennett and Sarah Dessen, this swoon-worthy novel follows a teen girl during her California summer of beekeeping, secrets, and stolen kisses.
Josie Hazeldine has just graduated from high school, and shes ready for a summer full of sunshine, beekeeping, and...lying to her mom.
Josies mom couldnt be more proud of her daughter going to college, something she never got to do. But Josie wants to stay in her California hometown and take over the family business, Hazeldine Honey. So that college acceptance her mom is thrilled about? Yeah, Josie turned it down. But shes going to come cleanjust not yet.
The neighbors artsy, adorable grandson whos in town for the summer makes Josies web of lies even more tangled. Hes into Josie and the feeling is very mutual, but hes a Blumsteinthe sworn enemy of the Hazeldines and their number one competition in the annual Honey Show at the end of July. As their secret fling goes on, Josie knows shes getting in way too deep to leave him behind when summers over.
Can Josie keep the boy she cant stop thinking about without the secrets shes juggling crashing down around her?

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Between You Me and the Honeybees Amelia Diane Coombs PRAISE FOR Keep My - photo 1

Between You, Me, and the Honeybees

Amelia Diane Coombs

PRAISE FOR Keep My Heart in San Francisco An absolute charmer of a book - photo 2
PRAISE FOR Keep My Heart in San Francisco

An absolute charmer of a book. Delightful!

JENN BENNETT,

author of Alex, Approximately and Starry Eyes

This rich and delightful debut kept our hearts from page one.

EMILY WIBBERLEY AND AUSTIN SIEGEMUND-BROKA,

authors of Always Never Yours

Intriguing and charming.

KIRKUS REVIEWS

Sweet and charming. Those who enjoy Jenn Bennetts works or Rachel Lynn Solomons Today Tonight Tomorrow will find much to love.

SLJ

Also by Amelia Diane Coombs

Keep My Heart in San Francisco

An imprint of Simon Schuster Childrens Publishing Division 1230 Avenue of the - photo 3

An imprint of Simon & Schuster Childrens Publishing Division

1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, New York 10020

www.SimonandSchuster.com

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the authors imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Text 2021 by Amelia Diane Coombs

Jacket illustration 2021 by Kat Goodloe

Jacket design by Tiara Iandiorio 2021 by Simon & Schuster, Inc.

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CIP data for this book is available from the Library of Congress.

ISBN 9781534453005

ISBN 9781534453029 (eBook)

To Steve I couldnt write love stories until I met you No need to hurry No - photo 4

To Steve, I couldnt write love stories until I met you

No need to hurry No need to sparkle No need to be anybody but oneself - photo 5

No need to hurry. No need to sparkle.

No need to be anybody but oneself.

Virginia Woolf

Chapter One LITTLE-KNOWN FACT HONEYBEES are natures first feminists I hold - photo 6
Chapter One

LITTLE-KNOWN FACT: HONEYBEES are natures first feminists.

I hold the hive frame up to my face, and scan the layer of fuzzy bees that cover the wax comb. After I track down the laying queenthe key indicator of a healthy colonyI set the frames back into the hive body. I give them a puff from the smoker to clear any bees off the tops of the frames, then lower the copper lid into place. A few girls fly onto the landing strip, their back legs swollen with pollen. They look like colorful balloon pantswhite, red, yellow, purple, and gray blues.

Over the years Ive learned everything about the ecosystem of the beehive. For instance, any honeybee out in the wild, climbing over flower petals collecting pollen or nectar, is female. I could go on about them for hours, but if you have to know one thing about honeybees (other than wed die without them), know this: Male bees are drones, and drones either (a) die while mating with another hives queen or (b) get kicked out of the hive when winter comes. Sometimes the females chew off their wings so they cant fly or return to the hive.

Theyre an advanced society.

I step beneath the vine-covered archway and dump the smoker onto the bench, popping off the lid with my thumb. Dark tendrils curl into the air, the charred remains of twigs and fire-starter fibers turning to ash in the wind. My phone buzzes, but since its tucked into the back pocket of my shorts, I dont bother to check it. My nitrile gloves dont work on touch screens. Not like I need to look at the text to know its Nan prodding me with reminders.

Like Id forget my own high school graduation.

Bail on it, play hooky? Sure. But my heads not too far into the clouds to forget the actual ceremony. I snap off the gloves, sticky with strings of honey, and toss them in a sealed garbage bin beneath the table. Exhaling, I drag my fingers through my damp hair. Even without a protective bee suit, sweat rolls down my back, collecting in the waistband of my shorts. I lean against the workbench and take a moment.

Breathe. Listen to the slow, steady pound of my heart.

Out in the apiary, the worries of daily life fall away. Im able to forget everything and focus on being present. Since my anxiety disorder isnt going away anytime soon, I spend most of my free time out with the bees. More so when Im stressing out about life, my future.

My phone buzzes again.

I push away from the workbench and force myself back toward our two-story renovated farmhouse. I slide my phone from my pocket and unlock the screen, scanning the text message.

NAN: Be there in fifteen!

ME: Okay, okay! Meet you out front

I tuck my phone back into my pocket and try to shake off the creeping unease clinging to my shoulders. My beekeeping- induced calm is slipping away, lessening with each step I take closer to the house.

Josie! Mom leans out the back patio door, waving me inside. Isnt Nan picking you up any minute?

Sorry, lost track of time, I lie as I hop up the patio stairs. Before entering the house, I pat down my body, making sure a bee isnt hitching a ride with me inside. All clear. I scoot past Mom and step over Ford, our ancient French bulldog whos curled up at the base of the stairs, and run up to my bathroom.

No time to shower, so I roll on deodorantreal deodorant, not the hippie crystal stuff Mom stocks in my bathroomswap my damp tank top for my Destroy the Patriarchy, Not the Planet tee, and attack my curls with a brush. Then frown and twist them back into a bun, securing the whole mess with an alligator clip. My graduation gown hangs from the second- story banister outside my bedroom, and I grab it on my way down.

Text me if you forget anything. Mom pulls me in for a hug, and I inhale her natural scent. We rarely wear perfume, since it attracts bees, so she smells like I do. Of clean smoke, of honey, of nature. And Ill see you there! Exciting!

I force a smile and hoist my bag over one shoulder, the graduation gown dangling from my other hand. Super exciting, I say, infusing some enthusiasm into my words.

Mom smushes my face between her cheeks and rests her forehead on mine. Proud of you, Bug.

For a moment I squeeze my eyes shut and savor this. Pretend like Im someone Mom would actually be proud of. Then a car horn blares outside and that brief moment of yearning shatters.

Go, go, Mom says with glassy eyes, shooing me out the door. Dont be late!

Bye! I kiss her on the cheek and jog down the front porch steps to Nans waiting Mini Cooper, idling in our dirt-dusted parking circle. Music blasts from the rolled-down windows and I duck inside, instantly assaulted by Nans French perfume and twangy country-pop lyrics.

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